He said he’s leaving on a Sunday.
But this was Saturday, and her tears flowed down her flustered pink cheeks.
She had time to get over it all. It had been weeks since they officially broke it off. Nonetheless, she held on so tightly to a glimmer of hope that things would go back to the way they were and somehow better than the way they were. But it was a false hope. A false hope that was now letting her down for what would be the final time.
She knew he was leaving the following morning. She knew that by the time she woke up he would be on his way already. She knew that all hope would be officially gone at that moment. The tears flowing now were a sort of mourning for that moment. As if to get it over with now rather than tomorrow.
Still, she hoped for a knock at her door or a phone call or even an email. But none of those would come. It was clear that the hope she held onto had been let go by him when things ended.
It was his idea. The breakup. Though she knew it was inevitable with him moving and all, she still had hope. She still cried when it ended. She still thought about him. She still thought about the way things were. This was all old news really, but her tears were causing her to revisit those moments as she sat there in her empty apartment.
She was hopeful in many things. But it seemed to let her down time and time again. Yet she still hoped. Call it being positive or call it a way of coping, whatever you call it, it was sort of her survival. At times her hope in something was pretty out there, rather fantasy like. It was that hope that would let her down at times. But it was that hope that she smiled about and fell asleep thinking about.
Like I said, she had hope in many things; not just the mending of failed relationships. Her hope in the One that loved her, valued her, and saved her brought her even more hope for everything else in life. She found hope in herself. She found hope in friends. And no matter how much her hope in relationships, in friends, and even in herself let her down; she never stopped hoping in that One.
Now it’s Monday.
The tears stopped on Saturday.
He left on Sunday.
Hope was renewed on Monday.
{Rads}
